Hello once again dear friends of the Fellowship of the Blog, and Happy Mother’s Day!

As I look out of the window of my “Blog room” here at home, an exciting message greets my eyes – a profusion of white blossoms have burst forth saying: “Blackberries are coming!”  They also speak of the gentle hand of my beloved husband, Dale (now in Heaven), who planted this twenty-foot row of blackberry bushes along the back porch deck.

However, unlike Mistress Mary’s “all in a row” flowers, Dale’s blossoms have run wild.  I see happily waving branches coming up in the cracks between the wooden deck planks!  Ha ha – they are just like Dale’s occasional dance steps – all over the deck!  Yet, praise The Lord, the forthcoming giant blackberries will be enjoyed, with every one a sweet reminder of the loving care and joy Dale found in gardening.

Mistress Mary’s rhyme is one of the 38 rhymes included in the oldest known book of nursery rhymes: “Tommy Thumb‘s Pretty Song Book,” published in London about 1744.  It’s a tiny book, only three inches by one and three-quarter inches, and a treasured exhibit you can see in the British Museum.

The Christian Mother Goose version of this rhyme asks the same question:  “How does your garden grow?” – which opens up a whole world of God’s masterpiece of exquisite design and provision for everything that grows.  The Lord Jesus said, in Mathew 6: 28,29 – “Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

We could say the same about the royal clothing found in King Tut‘s 3,500 year-old tomb.  This young Pharaoh of Egypt, was buried with millions of dollars in gold.  Yet, it was all a tomb of the dead, except for the humble seeds in which God had planted a germ of life.  I read where corn found in the tomb still germinated when planted – after 3,500 years.  Incredible!  What can compare with God’s rain and sun and friendly soil to bring even King Tut’s corn to its destiny: corn-on-the-cob!

I just took a walk outside to admire the miracle of growing things dressed up in their latest springtime fashions.  The gorgeous iris and red peonies are sporting wardrobes direct from God’s own salon – the earth!

I noticed fresh patches of clover, too, and thought back to the days when our son Bradley, at age six, would spend happy hours searching for four-leaf clovers.  He developed quite an expert eye on our acreage, with a collection of  hundreds of four, five, six and even one seven-leaf clover, by the time he was ten.  That seven leaf champion went down for the count, though, with a little brother plucking all seven rounds.  Thank goodness that bout was resolved by the phrase: “It’s just spare ribs” (Sometime, I’ll tell you what that phrase translates to in the Decker family).

To me, the abundant generosity of God’s nature was overwhelming when I  first opened a cantaloupe in America.  I had never seen this particular type of melon in England.  I was so impressed that I counted all the seeds.  There were 387!  Wow!  If they were planted and produced only 200 melons the first year, and then each of those 200 melons had 387 seeds to repeat the process the second year – what a harvest!  (Homeschoolers, do the math, please.)  What a lot we have to learn from our Heavenly Father’s storehouse of seeds.

George Washington Carver, a brilliant botanist and devout Christian, made a lifetime study of seeds, unveiling many of the mysteries and practical uses of the peanut to bless mankind.  Marjorie Decker didn’t make even one day’s study of apricot seeds.  Nevertheless, with one fling, I threw out a bowl full of apricot seeds from a batch of luscious apricots we had enjoyed.  Then, because of the power, purpose and life innate in all of God’s seeds, lo and behold, a grove of apricot trees began to grow! Fortunately, I used to play on a baseball team, and my apricot toss was far enough in the “outfield” to place them a safe distance from “home.”

After World War II, in London’s East End, some old rubble of derelict houses was finally removed.  Months later, many rare and beautiful flowers appeared.   Astonished naturalists came to document flowers that hadn’t been seen in London for over 100 years.  The seeds had been lying dormant under dingy housing, until rain and sunshine brought about their resurrection (a new Mistress Mary’s garden, indeed).  Or, perhaps, a parable of our own hearts which sometime need the refreshing rain and sunshine of God’s gentle touch to make us flower again into “…A sweet savor of Christ.”  He is the Divine Seed of eternal life, planted in the heart of all who will receive Him.  May He find many Blog-hearts ready for planting.

Many Blessings, Especially to All Moms Everywhere! Happy Mother’s Day!


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